Three sons have I, and they Ride by my side. The fierce, The black, and the wicked are Their names we ride down my Enemies on their half-hearted flight. No voice of mercy no evangels of light.

Mighty messengers heathens rage Witness our coming gods of the dead. I ride through the airI laugh as I die with powers of evil Dark knowledge is mine. The ride of the wicked. The 1st sin was trust. Kill without warning for blood now I lust.

Strong winds magic mist To Asgard the Valkries fly High overhead they carry the dead Where the blood of my enemy lies.

Three sons have I, and they Ride by my side. The fierce, The black, and the wicked are Their names we ride down my Enemies on their half-hearted flight. No voice of mercy no angels of light.

Strong winds magic mist To Asgard the Valkries fly High overhead they carry the dead Where the blood of my enemy lies.